Will doesn't feel at all guilty about the way his eyes follow Hannibal as he steps out of the bathtub and moves toward the shower, his movements graceful like a dancer. Will wonders when Hannibal decided his entire life would be a work of art, if he acquired each of his skills in the pursuit of that goal. There doesn't seem to be an artistic endeavor in which Hannibal is not proficient, and Will's certain it's that collection of skills that makes him so talented at manipulation and deception. He's a veritable chameleon, able to blend in, make people trust him, convince people to share their secrets without them even knowing.

It was a thing that Will used to find contemptible, but now he can't help admiring it. He follows Hannibal out of the bath and crosses to the glass stall and slipping in beside Hannibal. The shower isn't tiny by any means, but it's not large enough for two grown men to share without having to invade each other's personal space. Hannibal turns the water on and Will gasps softly as the cool water hits his skin. It's not shockingly cold, but it's frigid enough to make Will shiver, and there's no chance either of them will linger long enough to worry about their close quarters causing further delays in their plans.